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Hope you enjoy your present, the text from Erica says. Payment’s taken care of. You can thank me tomorrow.

“So you’re a werewolf, huh,” the guy says when Derek looks up at him again. His gaze drifts down from Derek’s face to the rest of his body, slowly, shamelessly. When it’s traveled back up and their eyes meet again, the corner of the guy’s mouth twitches up into a cocky little half-smile. “I fucking love working with werewolves.” AU in which businessman Derek falls in love with escort Stiles.

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At first, it’s just sex.

It’s good sex – Derek comes every time, Stiles comes every time, says things like “whoa,” and “do that again, yeah, yeah, like that, fuck,” – but still: it’s just sex. They don’t speak much, at first. They don’t kiss as much as bite down on each other’s bottom lips and breathe heavily into each other’s mouths when they’re about to blow their load. Derek is not sure if it qualifies as kissing at all. He’s not sure if he wants it to.

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This is what most of his days look like, after:Stiles wakes up. He counts his fingers, tries to catch his breath as he waits for his heartbeat to slow down and the sweat on his skin to cool. He showers. Some mornings he eats with his dad; some mornings Scott comes over for breakfast. Some days he goes to school and some days he doesn’t.

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His dick fits into Derek’s palm like they were made for each other, Stiles’ dick and Derek’s palm, a match made in heaven, and Derek runs his thumb around the head and nods. Yeah, he thinks as Stiles breathes out a hot wet moan into the curve of his neck, impatiently bucks up into the circle of Derek’s hand. Let’s just.

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Chris carries the kid in on a rainy afternoon.“Found him just outside the perimeter,” he says as he lowers the limp body onto one of the mattresses. “I’m not sure he’ll make it.”Derek takes a look at the kid’s deathly pale skin, the black edges of his blunt fingernails, the long ragged gash running down his side, caked with dried blood and dirt, and for some reason he thinks, he’ll make it, all right.

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There’s no collision. No screeching tires, no crunch of metal folding in on itself. Stiles has to pull over to breathe through the overwhelming waves of disappointment and relief that crash through him, and that’s how Rafael McCall finds him, with his head clenched between his knees, fingers buried in his hair, trying and failing to suck air into his burning lungs.

In which Stiles, struggling to cope with the aftermath of his possession, finds what he didn’t know he was looking for in his best friend’s dad.

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“I’m a virgin. Do you need me to spell it out for you? I. Am. A. Virgin. I am a virgin. I, Derek Hale—”“Okay, I get it, I get it,” Stiles says. “I’m just gonna need some time to digest this information, that’s all.”

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“So you and Scott are together,” Derek says, evenly.“What?” Stiles says. “It’s not— it’s not like that, okay, Scott and I are not together, I—” Stiles rubs his forehead with the palm of his hand, fingers crooked like the impatient little smile that flashes across his face. “It’s going to be really weird for you if I say ‘we’re so close he feels like a part of me’ now, isn’t it?”Derek says, “So having sex with Scott is like masturbating to you.”

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Meeting Derek Hale wasn’t special, or frightening, or any of the other things everyone had made it out to be. It was, actually, pretty much the opposite. Stiles didn’t even realize the guy was Derek Hale until the moment had passed.

Derek: the most infamous student at Beacon Hills University. Stiles: the freshman who falls for him anyway. Awkward encounters, concerned friends, and lots of not-so-casual sex ensue. (A ‘fuckbuddies to lovers’ college AU.)

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"Stiles. For the last time, we’re in witness protection, not part of some FBI undercover operation. There’s no code names involved. Capiche?" In which Derek and Stiles pretend to be married for the sake of everyone’s wolvelihood.

(“We – you and I – are going on an official date this Friday.”“We went on an official date last weekend.”“We went grocery shopping, Derek,” Stiles says. “We went grocery shopping and you managed to hold my hand for an incredibly unimpressive total of two seconds before freaking out and spending the rest of the trip bitchfacing at everyone. If I remember correctly you actually made the checkout girl cry.”“Did not,” Derek says, scowling.)

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“I could move to college with you.”Stiles smiles and says, “Yeah?”They’ve been more or less dating for a little over two years. Stiles keeps saying how much he hates sleeping alone these days; Derek feels jittery and uncomfortable whenever Stiles isn’t around. It seems like a good idea.

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Turns out that some days all Derek says is “I’m sorry,” and variations thereof. Sometimes he addresses Stiles’ chest, sometimes the wall; sometimes he breathes it into Stiles’ hair or whispers it into the crook of his own elbow. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Over and over again.

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Stiles had never liked Derek. Derek was good-looking, sure; but he was also surly and violent and deceitful and mistrusting and somewhat frightening and a terrible alpha and pretty much impossible to be around. At various points throughout Derek’s snail-paced recovery, Stiles almost considered leaving. But then Derek would do something like make a distressed little noise in his sleep or murmur “Stiles?” again, struggling to blink open his bloodshot eyes, and Stiles would just. Stay.

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Stiles tends to run late in the mornings, forgets to use styling gel more often than not, so usually his hair looks like he’s just rolled out of bed and scratched at it sleepily before yawning his way to the nearest coffee machine. He manages to maintain this look all day long because he won’t stop running his hands through his hair when he’s thinking – both hands at the same time, if Derek’s unlucky.

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With everything that's happened in Stiles' life this past year, Derek rejecting him feels like the last straw. College is the perfect way to escape Beacon Hills; sex seems to be the only foolproof way to also escape his own mind.

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“Hold on,” Scott said, looking from the wolf to Derek with his mouth hanging open. “That’s... that’s Derek’s wolf? As in, the wolf part of him? Like... in a separate body?”“Corporealized,” Lydia supplied with an unimpressed flick of her hair.“Awesome,” Erica said.